Robin Summerfield's column in the Herald, Saskatchewan and website difficulties

Good Morning!! It's Sunday, and I'm up early. It snowed again last night so the world looks white. Sunday and snow make a person want to stay in for some reason. But of course that is not possible. But, I do have an hour or so before I have to get going. Time enough for a short blog. Does anyone read this blog? I wonder sometimes. Is this blog recorded for the rest of my life? Somewhere out there? Okay, so I'll touch on my friends Robin's column that she writes every Friday in the Calgary Herald. By the way, if you haven't read her column it's fabulous. On Friday, February 9th she wrote about on-line stuff, blogging and personal websites. It was a great column. She wrote about all the people who post really stupid stuff on their websites and blogs. For instance, really personal stuff. Why would someone want to share their inner-inner thoughts on a blog? Maybe I'm doing that now. Am I? No, I'm sharing an opinion. And I'll share my travels. My luck at going to the Olympics, stuff like that. I'm not going to ever going to tell you about my family stuff or my love life or my childhood disasters, (unless they're funny), that's for sure. This stuff used to be saved for journals that were hid under clothes in a closet. But now people just share with the world, with people they don't know. That's scary. The thing Robin really harped on was--How are you going to feel about all that you wrote in five, ten twenty years? Where does all this stuff we write about on-line go? Well, it doesn't go away, folks. It's stored somewhere. And the crazy thing is young girls are doing really stupid, stupid things just to get attention thinking no one who knows them will ever know they did this. Crazy twenty-year-old sexual experimental stuff. Think Red Mile in Calgary when girls were taking off their tops for fun. Then someone snaps a picture and it goes on a website. Okay, so when these girls finally get married and have children what happens when little Johnny stumbles on Mommy with her tongue somewhere it shouldn't be. Girls, girls, have some dignity please. These stunts are not making you a better person. And then there's those who blog about personal stuff that would be better off said behind closed doors with a counsellor. Why share that stuff with people who are virtual friends? Maybe this writing can never be erased. The journal can't just be burned or thrown in the trash. Okay, enough. I've stated my opinon. Last weekend I was in Saskatchewan. It had been years since I'd been there. We went for my son's hockey tournament. This part of Canada is wonderful. We stayed in Saskatoon, a gorgeous city. Unfortunately, I didn't walk around much, the temperature was at least -30. The people in this part of Canada are so warm and inviting. But I had forgotten how desolate it was. Once you're outside of the city, the land goes on forever, with a few houses here and there. Then you hit a town. We played in Bruno, a place with just 400 people. It's an hour or so from Saskatoon. A grain elevator stands tall right smack in the middle of town. Or beside the town. Town people came to watch the games. As I sat there, observing, I came up with a plot for yet another children's sport novel. I do love to travel. And I do love to tell you about my travels. Okay, now on to my website. I'm doing some updating so have patience with me as I am a bit computer illiterate. I get going, make the changes, then somehow they just don't work. I'm trying to add a new page for my new book out in the spring but it's not linking. I will figure it out though, in due time. In the meantime everyone--have a great Sunday! Now I'm off to venture outside in the snow and cold.